Rain - Lil Keke

Orange lights on the digital dash, the Coupe’s lit

Never dime’s on the passenger side of my shit

H-Town true O.G., that rep her shit

Sideways parked at the door, with no mercy

Lamborghini, new bikini, Louie on my bitches

Presidential, continental, got her going first class

Toast with the pot, when I go driving

Kush got me floating real high, like flight mileage

Rain on my window pain, it’s no thing

Cause I’m still trying to lead this game, with no stain

My penitentiary nigga’s that be locked in the shoe

I send them pictures of some real shit to come home to

I’m in an ice cream, white lean, cocaine car

Born and raised in South Park, I’m a hood rich star

H in the air, nigga I don’t care

Riding mean every day, pulling broads by the pair

Super clean, new machine, bitch I ride nice

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend, I’m rocking ice

Pimping at an all time high, I wonder why

Dirty south till the day that I die, we still fly, uh

I got a whole lotta' Prada, I’m in love with Gucci

But ain’t nothing like the belt and the shoe that come from Louie

Financial, new?

Mark Jacob’s give them hell, red bottom’s never fell

Rain on my window pain, just ain’t the same

Eight figga’s for the price of the fame, I love this game

When thing’s get trashy, cut it out the plastic

Hustler on his grind till they put him in his casket

Seven-thirteen don’t make me say it twice

You know it’s hustler U.S.A. when they look at the lights

Don Ke' he the legend, tall as a full?

He done shut this shit down when my squad pull up